[ what the heck. what even is this sword.. he looks more like a NEET right now than sakamoto's treasured blade. for a few moments, noa stares in flustered silence, already wide dark eyes going even wider.
eventually, slowly, his wings smooth out and begin to lower, expression crumpling into one of puzzlement. he's.. in the right room, isn't he? but then, honestly, have any of these spirits been what he might have expected, given their owners? ]
.. Is that the saniwa's phone? [ and then a beat, wings tucking in against his back, stiff posture relaxing by degrees. ] You are Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki-san, right..?
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eventually, slowly, his wings smooth out and begin to lower, expression crumpling into one of puzzlement. he's.. in the right room, isn't he? but then, honestly, have any of these spirits been what he might have expected, given their owners? ]
.. Is that the saniwa's phone? [ and then a beat, wings tucking in against his back, stiff posture relaxing by degrees. ] You are Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki-san, right..?